Fallen in love
once, twice, thrice
failed in love
every time.
believes a little less everyday
still stands again
with doors wide open.
she believes,
waits for the one,
the prefect one.
Who would consider her,
his own
would fulfill her desires
with respect she deserves.
She’s fallen back on the past
yet stands up for something new.
How does she do it.
Where does the courage come from.
Courage to love,
courage to feel again,
courage to trust again,
and most of all
the courage
to believe again.

[NaPoWriMo 2014 poem 19]


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